Recently, the renovation of the city's steam pipes is also underway. When visiting home on weekends, Mary Williams kept complaining that the house where everyone lived in Eddieland was blocked because of obstructing the construction of the Good Luck Pipeline Company. demolished.
Mary and Robert had lived there since they got married, and Robert only moved out after he became rich, so he had a deep affection for the old house.
"Isn't it time to pay the steam fee for this month?"
The great god-bearer thought about matters related to his livelihood and sighed for his wallet.
"Don't you look very happy to see me again?"
Miss Hesha came from a distance. She was dressed in a hunting suit and black boots. She didn't know where she came from.
"No, I'm thinking about how to get rid of your entanglement."
He took off his hat and bowed slightly in salute, but his tone was not polite.
Huh, level three
"Mr. Williamette, no, Jenkins. It is your pleasure to lead you in the path of the Giver."
The red-haired girl agreed, then looked at Jenkins' outfit.
"Are you deliberately dressing up so maturely to cover up your immature face? Oh, the big boy wants to be a man too."
Not at all weak in front of Miss Michael, Hathaway Hessa's current character is a bit too strong.
"That's why I say this woman is under too much pressure and her head is abnormal."
Jenkins slandered in his heart, but a shy expression appeared on his face.
"What are we going to do tonight?"
He didn't forget to ask the reason for being asked out, and he planned to wrestle with the chocolate before taking a bath with it.
"Let you see and see, this world is definitely not as naive as you think. Of course, there may be some 'rewards'..."
"I won't help you steal any more."
Jenkins said cautiously.
"Can the matter of the bestower be considered stealing?"
She can only explain again.
A carriage had already stopped at the exit of the alley, which was hired by Miss Hesha in advance.
The two of them drove out of the city all the way in a carriage, crossed a huge farmland, which seemed to be the private property of a certain nobleman, and then stopped in front of a manor.
"My identity today is the ordinary person Hathaway Hessa, and your identity today is the ordinary person Jenkins Williams. I heard from my friends that some interesting things are going to happen here, so I accepted the invitation , brought my male companion—the great writer Mr. William Matt here, do you have any questions?"
"Are there your friends here? Don't you worry, they will tell Miss Mihail about my being by your side?"
"Don't worry, what's going to happen here must never be known to Britney, so when we appear here, no one will tell Britney."
Jenkins nodded, ignoring the complicated relationship, but took the silver mask that could only cover half of the face handed over by the other party.
This kind of thing often appears in masquerade parties.
"What is this for?"
"Atmosphere."
The girl said meaningfully.
Jenkins jumped out of the carriage first, leaning on his cane and looking at the big manor not far away. Although the sky was already a little dark, the visibility around here was still very high because of the lights in the house.
"Ahem."
The girl in the carriage coughed intentionally. Jenkins raised his eyebrows and turned around. He reached out his hand to hold her raised right hand in a gentlemanly manner, and then helped the girl out of the car.
There were quite a few servants serving with lamps on the trail outside the manor, but when they entered the warm interior, there were only young people in strange clothes and masks like Jenkins and Hathaway left.
It's like a dance party here, with two long tables on both sides of the empty hall, and the tables are covered with neat tablecloths. The silverware on the tablecloth was filled with food and drink, while the crowd under the crystal chandelier chatted and laughed casually to the weird music of the record player.
"These are all noble children?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice. He recognized several young people who had appeared in the reading salon last time. This was not easy, because masks covered most of their faces.
The girl nodded and replied softly: "Yes, the party here only invites reliable and adventurous friends in your circle of friends. It is true that most of them come from noble families... Stop talking, hold me now and dance."
"Looking for exciting noble children?"
Jenkins was immediately alert, which seemed to be the classic beginning of the story.
"Sorry, but I'm going to ask anyway, for a while, there won't be any cult killing rituals, or some kind of very... very, messy, um, party?"
"Say what?"
She asked angrily and amusedly: "What kind of people do you think the nobles are? Both Britney and I are clean, and we don't have friends who like that kind of thing. Just wait, you'll find out in a while."
She laughed and took Jenkins' hand, but Jenkins was a little embarrassed. The giver class that Dad said was scheduled for next month, so...
"I can not dance."
"Are you from this world?"
The girl asked back, and Jenkins' heart skipped a beat, only to hear her continue: "A 21-year-old bachelor who can't dance yet, don't you plan to get married?"
"No, dancing has nothing to do with being married logically."
He immediately refuted, but was held back by the girl.
"Put down your cane, and take off this obtrusive windbreaker. Follow me, and I will teach you, little brother."
"I'm a little older than you... Thank you."
The canes and coats were placed on the wooden hangers at the door, and the two of them approached slightly, walking into the laughing and dancing crowd with the music, and slowly swayed.
This is not a formal masquerade, and there is no need for that kind of standardized dance moves, so at the beginning, Jenkins only needs to pay attention to the position of his hands, not in strange places.
"You know, I've always wanted a younger brother."
Miss Hesha said in a low voice.
"Then you should speak to the count or countess."
Jenkins only dared to think about it, and actually responded in embarrassment: "Really?"
"Since I became a benefactor, I can only keep my secrets by myself, and I can't completely trust the maids around me... I always hope to have a trustworthy friend to talk to me."
"Yeah?"
He responded again, and at the same time swore in his heart that he would never be someone else's younger brother.
Seeing that Jenkins didn't understand her own words, Miss Hesha didn't mention it again, but danced slowly to the music like everyone else.